The Irish standard., 1887-11-12

Rage and grief almost choked him,
and tearing his shirt collar open, he
rushed out of the house.
I hope you will try and keep him
from meeting this man. It's scarcely
in human nature to let such cold blood
ed cruelty pass unavenged, if the victim
found himself face to face with his per-
secutor. I need say 20 more on this
head.
And now word about myself. You
know already how suddenly what may
call my disease left me. From the
moment my eye rested on the poor, lost
girl in that den of infamy, I thought [
no longer loved her. Not long since
the clergyman to whose care had con-
ided her wrote to me. saying that a
wealthy merchant who knew her whole
history had been smitten by her extra
ordinary beauty, and intended to pro-
pose marriage to her. And the good
priest thought it right to acQuaint me
with the circumstance. assure you,
it did not cause me the slightest pain,-
not the faintest symptom of jealousy
did Ifeel Neither did ! feel any pleas
ure on learning afterward that she de-
clined the rich mans offer, preferring
to remain with the good nuns, and en-
deayor to atone for those sinful years by
life of repentance. But when ny rev.
erend friend wrote to me again, after a
few months, to inform me that Rose
Mulvany was dangerously ill, then /
found my mistake in supposing [ 10
longer loved her! Accompanied by my
young friend, Neddy, fastened to the
CITY. 1 found ner surrounded by the
good Sisters, some kneeling by her
bedside, and one leaning over her.. re-
versing Gerald Grifin's beautiful pic
ture of the Sister Of Charity whom he
represents with her hair wet with the
tears of the penitent girl. Rose Mul-
vany's hair was wet with the tears OF
the Sister of Charity.
The priest had prepared her for my
visit. She held out her hand when she
saw me, but she closed her eyes, and a
faint blush stole over her wasted cheek,
Rose said I. I'm sorry to see you
SO ill.,
She turued her head away, and wept
silently. After a while she looked at
me, and said
i trust and believe God has forgiven
me, and why should I be afraid to look
at you, you who saved me?' But the
effort appeared to have exhausted ber,
and she closed her eyes again. 1t it
were not for the light pressure of her
hand. [ should have thought she had
tainted. Her mind began to wander,
for she asked me: ."
Are they coming still?'
who, Rose?' 1 asked.
The people,-the young girls. Are
they still couing?'
Coming where, Rose?'
Coming to America, she replied.
They are, said I.
sOh!' she exclaimed, opening her
beautiful eyes and fixing them earnest
ly on me, tell them not. Tell them to
stay at home. Tell them of Rose Null
vany.'
SHE appeared to become unconscious
again for a minute or two. One Of the
nuns motioned me to kneel, and l did
so. They continued reclting the ros~
ary, and I soon saw the dying girls lips
move, and could even catch the words
Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for
us sinners; now and at the hour Of our
death. Amen When the prayer was
ended she started, and said, fOh. that
is Maryl And-and she forgives me;
and my father, and my poor mother.
They all forgive me!-they all forgive
me! Look, look! my mother is opening
her arms Here she attempted to raise
herself up, but finding she had not
strength to do so she turned to one of
the nuns.
Sister Patrick said she, won't you
raise me up to my mother?'
The nun bent over her TO raise her
no. and as she did SO, Rose Mulyany
died in her arms.
7 remained in the city to see her laid
in her grave in the little cemetery at
tached to the convent. AS / was leay-
ing the cemetery, Sister Patrick placed
a folded paper in my hand. 1t con-
tanned a long, shining tress of golden
hair. To me- it is more precious than
gold. y Connor has come in; he
is, l am glad to say, much calmer.
Butdo not forget what have said
Il must look to this,' said Brian, as
he folded the letter. 1t did not occur
to me before.
On his return, he was startled to see
a party of police coming out of the
church-yard But on coming closer to
them, his surprise was turned to hor-
ror, for they carried dead man be-
tween them, and Brian saw at glance
that the dead man was Mr.. Oliver
Grindem. He hurried into the grave
ward. and saw riderless horse grazing